Say hello to Willy, the paralyzed beagle.
He had a good night with us last night. We got up at 4am and headed to the airport. After getting thoroughly lost in DFW, I found the cargo shipment center at last and put the dog on the plane about an hour ago.
When I'm anxious, stressed out, nervous, etc., I can't eat. I've been unable to eat for most of this week. But damned if I couldn't go for a huge breakfast now that this is all over. Or a nap. My critters are going to the vet in three and a half hours; I wonder whether it would be better to eat or to try to get some sleep.